Living in the Doomsday and Becoming an Immortal Alone
Chapter 218 - 125: Commander

Chapter 218: Chapter 125: Commander

What business does Dragonfly Lady have over here?

Shouldn’t she ideally avoid making her presence felt at such a time?

Upon hearing Mu Dan’s report, Wang Jixuan gestured for Mu Dan to go meet her with an invisibility device and asked Dragonfly Lady to wait a moment.

The Commander’s life-extension procedure was only halfway done; it certainly couldn’t be abandoned midway.

Extending Fu Jian’s life wasn’t an easy task for Daoist Wang at present.

Normally, extending a mortal’s life simply required expending mana to perform ’Washing Essence and Stripping Marrow’ on them, which could fortify their bodies and extend their lives. A lifespan of a hundred years wasn’t a problem, and cultivators in Gathering Spirit Realm and Returning to Truth Realm could all accomplish this, with the only difference being the speed of the process depending on their level of cultivation.

But Commander Fu Jian’s situation was entirely different.

Fu Jian’s body had almost entirely vanished, leaving only his brain and a very few organs. His brain was covered by two layers of high-tech membrane, simulating the human body’s biological environment. He had no acupuncture points, no meridians, not even muscles.

His brain was showing signs of atrophic degeneration.

Wang Jixuan dared not tamper with Fu Jian’s brain; he only used his own mana to transform into the gentlest qi to help Fu Jian alleviate his brain’s aging.

The only realm that could really be manipulated was that of the soul.

’Extending the life of a mainstay of the human faction is not something that involves tampering with someone’s soul lightly.’

Daoist Wang muttered to himself, forming a hand seal, and his sword finger touched the top of Fu Jian’s head.

Suddenly, Wang Jixuan frowned deeply and instinctively stepped back two steps.

"What’s wrong?" Fu Jian asked.

"Uncle Hei, there’s a strong malevolent aura near your spirit..."

Cold sweat broke out on Wang Jixuan’s forehead:

"I was almost harmed by this malevolent aura just now."

"Malevolent aura?" Fu Jian appeared puzzled.

"It’s hard to explain. It can be seen as the malevolent aura that binds to the soul of a killer after a killing, usually impacting the killer’s soul over time, like causing nightmares, gradually weakening their spirit... If there’s a lot of malevolent aura, it’s easy to go mad."

Wang Jixuan frowned:

"Has the Commander killed many people?"

Fu Jian calmly answered with his eyes closed, "Yes, a few million."

"No wonder they call you Devil Commander."

Wang Jixuan shook his head, placed over a dozen talismans on himself, and walked back.

"Try to relax; I need to check the state of your soul first before I try to extend your life."

"Do your best. Do I need to enter a sleep state myself?"

"If it’s convenient."

Fu Jian nodded slightly, sighed lightly, and a faint humming came from his machinery, the red light in his mechanical eyes dimming considerably.

The Commander fell asleep, truly asleep, without any defenses.

Wang Jixuan activated two Soul Suppressing Talismans, applied magic to his own soul, and then pointed at Fu Jian’s forehead.

’Who exactly am I trying to extend life for? Why does he have such a strong malevolent aura?’

’Sorry, but I must ensure, fellow, whether you are really a homicidal maniac.’

A leaf falls into dreams like flowers;

Peering over half a lifetime of duckweed.

...

[25 years before the Fortress Era]

In the urban jungle made of steel and concrete, there are still some quiet corners, like the fitness area of a community.

A six-year-old child at this time is still pondering if ’kindergarten to primary’ means swapping to a bigger kindergarten to continue playing, fretting over how to trick mom into letting him play with her phone in the evening.

Little Fu Jian clung to the exercise wheel as if he were steering a medieval pirate ship.

"Fu Jian!"

A boy named ’Heizi’, whose features Fu Jian barely remembered, was being pulled along by a parent and turned his head to shout:

"Let’s go play in Joy Valley this weekend!"

"I have soccer practice tomorrow! Go by yourself!"

These images were blurry, shaking, turning, because they were too far removed, having been eroded by the years to mere fragments.

The scene shifted, Fu Jian was hunched over his food, and his parents were anxiously chatting beside him.

"Honey, the news says the front line is basically stable now; the alien invaders have been held back at the coastline!"

"That’s just to boost morale; things are very bad. It’s said online that East Sea City has fallen, the strongest defense line breached by the Blade Beast Group."

"Honey... I’m scared for our son’s future..."

"Don’t cry, what’s there to cry about? We’ll leave in a few days, join up with your parents, and head west. They say the highlands are easy to defend and hard to attack. They’re also building the last defense line there... Honey, the kid is watching you."

"Good boy, everything’s going to be alright."

The scene shifted to an old residential building’s corridor.

Fu Jian’s grandfather and father were arguing heatedly, the father pulling a suitcase outdoors while the old man clung desperately to it.

"What are you doing! Let go! I won’t leave! Take little Jian and go!"

"Dad! The Blade Beasts are about to breakthrough!"

"Let them come! I’ll go to the station, get a gun, and fight them!"

"If those guns were of any use, would humanity have been beaten back like this? Didn’t you see the videos online? They’re terrifying, ordinary rifles can’t hurt them, only heavy machine guns are barely effective! The front lines are almost out of all stocked firepower!"

"Then I can’t be a deserter! Go by yourself! I’m sixty-five! I’ve lived long enough!"

"Dad!"

"Get lost! Take these for my grandson! And this money too, I withdrew it during the last panic, who knows if it’ll be of any use later. I’ve stocked a whole room with grain and salt. Don’t worry about me, just go! Hurry!"

The image faded and switched again.

Inside an SUV packed with supplies.

Little Fu Jian quietly asked, "Daddy, isn’t Grandpa coming with us?"